It’s overcast so often and cold but when it’s warm there is the fish pond in the back yard. I would sit and watch the different fish swirl and flash. My poor mother was always terrified that I’d fall in.
I was only 2yrs old but I remember the pond and the sun and mum always just a little bit away. Inside was dark and the carpet scratched. It’s all appears as miniature snaps of time as I was too little to gauge much. The ice-cream truck came down our street and mum would pick me up and we’d wait in front. White window frames like in a story book but that is all I can recall. Odd that I can’t remember anything else from the house but we moved from there before I was three so maybe that’s why.